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THE LIBRARY 
OF 

THE UNIVERSITY 
OF CALIFORNIA 
LOS ANGELES 



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SONGS OF THE SOUL 



By 

SWAMI YOGANANDA, A.B. 
Of India 



Founder of 

Ranchi and Pari Brahmacharya Residential Schools in India 
Sal Sanga (Fellowship with Truth) , Boston 

Sat Sanga Summer School, Waltham 
Vice-President: SADHU SABHA, India 
Delegate from India to International Congress of Religions 
Boston, 1920 

Author of 
"Science of Religion," etc. 



PUBLISHED BY SAT SANGA 
30 HUNTINGTON AVENUE, BOSTON 
1923 



CopyrigMcd, 1923, by Swami Yogananda, Boston. Mass. 



Everett Printing Service, Boston 



CONTENTS 
PART I 

Consecration 7 

Soul Is Marching On 8 

They Are Thine 10 

Thou in Me 11 

Thy Call 12 

One That 's Everywhere 14 

Whispers 15 

In Me 16 

Too Near 18 

Evasion 19 

Thy Cruel Silence 20 

/ Am Here 21 

Where I Am 23 

One Friend 25 

Flower Offering 26 

The Tattered Dress 27 

Thy Secret Throne 28 

Methought I Heard a Voice 30 

A Milk-White Sail 32 

The Harvest 33 

The Splinters of Thy Love 34 

For Thee and Thine 35 

PART II 

Wake, Wake, My Sleeping Hunger, Wake . . 39 

Eternity 41 

Vanishing Bubbles 42 



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CONTENTS 



Variety 44 

The Blood of Rose 47 

At the Roots of Eternity 48 

Undying Beauty 49 

The Noble New 51 

Protecting Thorns 52 

Tattered Garment 53 

In Stillness Dark 54 

Nature's Nature 56 

My Kinsmen 61 

Om 64 

Mystery 66 

Silence 68 

It's All Unknown 70 

At the Fountain of Song 72 

The Ever- New 74 

The Ever-Trodden Path 76 

The Human Mind 77 

The Cup of Eternity 79 

A Mirror New 81 

The Spell 82 

PART III 

My Native Land 85 

On Coming to the New-Old Land of America 87 

The Toiler's Lay 89 

City Drum 91 

PART IV 

Foreword 95 

Vision of Visions 97 



PART I 



CONSECRATION 



At Thy feet I come to shower 

All my full heart's rhyming flower, 

Of Thy breath born. 

By Thy love grown. 

With my lonely seeking found. 

By hands Thou gavest picked and bound; — 

For Thee the sheaves 

Within these leaves: — 

Of my life's season 

The choicest flowers, 

With petals soulful spread. 

Their humble perfume shed; — 

Hands folded now I come to give 

What's Thine — receive! 



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SOUL IS MARCHING ON 

The shining stars are sunk in darkness, 
The weary sun is dead at night, 
The moon's soft smile doth fade anon, — 
But still my soul is marching on. 

The grinding wheel of Time has crushed 
Full many a life of moon and stars 
And many a brightly smiling morn; — 
But still my soul is marching on. 

The flowers bloomed, then hid in gloom. 
The bounty of the trees did cease. 
Colossal men have come and gone; — 
But still my soul is marching on. 

The aeons one by one are flying, — 
The arrows one by one are lost. 
Dimly, slowly life is fading, — 
But still my soul is marching on. 



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Darkness, death, and failures vied, — 
To block my path they fiercely tried; 
My fight with jealous Nature's strong; — 
But still my soul is marching on. 



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THEY ARE THINE 

I have nothing to offer Thee, 

For all things are Thine; 

I grieve not that I can not give, 

For nothing is mine, for nothing is mine: 

Here I lay at Thy feet 

My limbs, my life, my thoughts and speech. 
For they are Thine, for they are Thine. 



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THOU IN ME 
When I smile 

Thou dost smile through me; 
When I cry 

In me Thou dost weep, 

When I wake 

Thou greetest me. 

When I walk 

Thou art with me. 

Thou dost smile and weep, 

Thou dost wake and walk 

Like me; my Likeness Thou: 

But when I dream, 

Thou art awake; 

When I stumble. 

Thou art sure; 

When I die 

Thou art my life. 



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THY CALL 

When lost I roam 

I hear Thy call to home — 

In whistling breeze 

Or rustling leaves of trees. 

When drunk in folly 

I wander gaily 

By the sandy shore, — 

Who wakes me with a sudden roar? 

When clouds do spread •& veil 
My precious joy to steal, — 
Who tears the sheet away 
To burst in redd'ning ray? 

When dark night blinds, 

And my movements binds, — 

Who shows my path and th' dark beguiles 

With mildly mocking moonlit smiles? 



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The million starry stares. 
The waking sunny glares, 
The river's ever-murmuring air 
Thy sure and silent call declare. 



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ONE THAT'S EVERYWHERE 

The tree sighs. 
The wind plays, 
The sun smiles. 
The river moves; 

Feigning dread the sky is blushing red 

At the creeping sun's gentle tread. 

The earth changes robes 

Of black and star-lit night 

For dazzling silver light. 

Dame Nature loves herself t' array 

In changing seasons' colors gay; 

The murmuring brook e'er tries to tell 

In lisping sounds so well 

Of the hidden thought 

By inner spirit brought. 

The birds aspire to sing 

Of things unknown that swell within. 

But man first speaks in language true 

Both loud and clear, with meaning new. 

Of what all else before 

Had failed to full declare: — 

Of One That's everywhere. 

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WHISPERS 

Leaves do sigh, 

They can not speak 

Of One That 's high. 

The birds do scream, 

They can not sing 

What in their bosom springs. 

The beasts do howl 

In sadness foul, 

They can never say as nigh 

As doth in their feelings lie. 

Since I can sing or say or cry 

I will mighty try 

To pour out whispers Thine, — one and each 
That to heart doth softly reach. 



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IN ME 

Hello, Yonder Tree! 

Thou dost breathe in me, in me; 

Fast-footed River! 

Thy shining meandering quiver 

Declares itself 

Through myself; 

Thou dost shine through me, in me. 
Huge Himalaya 

With snowy sovereign white regalia! 

In my mind doth rest thy throne — 
Thy home 
In me, in me. 

O Ocean! endless to the eye 

In boundless stretches thou dost lie; 

But to me thou art small: 

A tiny drop upon a ball, — 

Thou art in me, in me. 

Endless Sky! 
So vast to eye, — 
In some brighter age or day 
When I'll cast my cares away 

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On thee will sail my better boat, bright and gay, 

On to thy shore 

To find, I'm sure, 

Thy border land — in me. 

O Distant Heav'ns! 

O Secret One and Angels Seven! 

In my sphere you all I see. 

In me, in me, in me! 



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TOO NEAR 

I stood in silence 

To worship Thee 

In the temple large 

With blue etheric dome, 

Lighted by the spangling stars. 

Shining with the lustrous moon. 

Tapestried with the golden clouds, 

Where reigns no dogma loud. 

I prayed and waited 

For Thee to come. I cried, — 

Thou didst not come. 

I will wait no more, 

Nor send my feeble prayer 

Footsteps Thine to hear, — 

They are not heard without. 

In me Thou art, — too near. 



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EVASION 

When I do almost see Thee 

Thou dost suddenly vanish; 

When Thou art almost trapped in me 

I find Thee gone. 

When I think I have seized Thee 

Thou dost most escape. 

How long this hide and seek, and play? 

I am weary with the toil of the day; 

Still I may brook this evasion Thine 

If 'tis for a tiny flash of time, 

That in the end I may see 

Thy face with doubled joy and mind more free. 



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THY CRUEL SILENCE 

I prayed to Thee 

But Thou wert mute, 

At Thy door I knocked, 

Thou answered'st not, 

I gave my tears 

To soft'n Thy heart; 

In cruel silence 

Didst Thou watch. 

But now I learn 

The way to earn 

Attention Thine: 

I'll weep and pray 

Unceasingly — 

In cruel silence — 

Till time is old. 

And earth grows cold, 

Till life doth fail, 

Till body fall; 

Then if Thou speak'st 

And dost wish me peace; — 

Still I will pray and weep 

In cruel silence deep. 

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I AM HERE 

I roamed alone by ocean's shore 
And watched : the wrestling, brawling waves did 
roar 

Alive with Thy own restless Life. 

Thy angry mood and ripply quiver. 

Thy wrathful vastness made me shiver; 

I turned away from heated strife. — 

A kindly waving tree 

Caught my roving eye so free 

To comfort me with gentler look sublime 

That I did feel was Thine. — 

I saw the gaugeless mystic sky, 

And down its valley dark I ran to pry 

At Thee, and play with Thee ; — 

I failed to find Thy hiding Body, 

Yet I felt everywhere 

That Thou wert always near, 

Playing at hide and seek with me, — 

Receding when I almost touched Thee 

As to find Thee I groped blindfold — 

In ignorant darkness old. 

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I left my search in dim despair; 

Thou Royal, Sly Eluder! — 

In haste I hied away from Thee 

And I retired within me: 

When lo! some Unseen Hand 

Did quickly snatch away the all-black band 

That did my eyes enfold 

That were so numb and cold. 

And in troth I felt quite keen: 

Someone beside me stood unseen 

And whispered to me, cool and clear, 

"Hello, playmate, I am here!" 



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WHERE I AM 

Not the lordly domes on high 

With tall heads daring clouds and sky, 

Nor alabaster shining floors, 

Nor the rich organ's awesome roar, 

Nor rainbowed windows' beauty quaint 

With colossal chronicles told in paint, 

Nor torch nor incense' curling soar. 

Nor gay-dressed children of the choir, 

Nor well-planned sermon. 

Nor loud-tongued prayer 

Can call Me there. 

The richly carven door, 

Through which all pomp and pride pour, 

I deign not through to go; — 

But still I come Incognito. 

The stony, polished altar 

Or narrow builded sermon seat 

Too narrow seems to hold 

My large, large Body for retreat. 

A humble magnet-call. 



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A whisper by the broo k 

On grassy altar small — 

There I have my nook: — 

A crumbling temple shrine, 

A little place unseen, 

Unwatched, unhedged, 

Is where I humbly rest and lean : 

A sacred heart 

Tear washed and true 

Doth draw me with its rue. 

I take no bribe 

Of strength or wealth 

Of caste or church or scribe. 

Of fame or faith or festive breath. 

But wail for truth; 

And e'er the broken distant heart 

Doth draw Me e'en to heathen lands. 

And My help in silence I impart. 



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ONE FRIEND 

Many clouds do race to hide Thee — 
Of friends and wealth and fame — 
And yet through mist of tears I see 
Appear Thy Golden Name. 
Each time my father, mother, friends 
Do loudly claim they did me tend, 
I wake from sleep to sweetly hear 
That Thou alone didst help me here. 



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FLOWER OFFERING 

A goblet of my folly-blood 

Is humbly set beneath Thy Petal Feet, — 

0, Lotus Sweet! 
I've stood with tears seeking Thine angry thirst 
to quench, — 

With sandal sweet, with motely cos- 
tumed flowers. 
With devotion's perfume from my heart 
of heart. 

With myrrh of constancy my soul 
imparts — 

To worship Thee. Unheard is my lay, — 
And for naught I pray, — 
But with sleepless care 
I '11 lay my flower there. 



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THE TATTERED DRESS 

I see Thy Magic Hands of Death 

Snatch away in stealth 

And change the tattered dress. 

Which fondly men caress 

With blind attachment. 

Into soul-sheen habiliment, — 

This newly given robe — 

That shines with all the beauties of Thy globe. 



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THY SECRET THRONE 

Behind the screen 

Of all things seen 

How dost Thou hide, — 

Elude the tide 

Of marching human eyes, 

That 'round Thee rushing hies? 

'Twill not be long 

Ere will be known 

Thy hiding place 

By children with Thine eyes and grace. 

Sage science splits ^ 

Each atom knit 

By Thee, to find apace 

Thy hiding place. 

Is heart of atom, — electron, 

Thy secret throne? 

Deep we bore 

To find Thy art, and lore 

Of doings all sublime; 

E'er hidden betimes. 



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Yet Thy abode 
Seems far remote; 
'Tis still to fmd 
With deeper mind. 



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METHOUGHT I HEARD A VOICE 

Singing by the rill 
My voice doth thrill 
With echoes of my thought 
By fancies brought. 

I wandered in my play 
On faerie fields away; 
I stopped to muse, rejoice; — 
Methought I heard a voice! 

The flowers of that field 
Of wondrous hues, — perfumed 
With essence of the heart — did yield 
Delicious joys undreamed. 

Behind the thin bright veil 
Of scented feelings 
I saw some fitful flash : 
Some Glistening Presence rush. 



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I tiptoe stood, 
Listening, watching; 
I poured my heart, 
Listening, watching. 



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A MILK-WHITE SAIL 

A milk white, tiny sail 

Skims fast across my sea; I wail 

The threatening storms to see; — 

But my bark glides free toward the lee, 

So near the shore 

And safe from the angry roar. 



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THE HARVEST 

Drawn by joy sublime 

I watch each harvest time, 

When the sky glows red with ripe sunbeams; 

Oh, ne'er before had I found Thy ploughing teams. 

The oriole's painted, glowing breast is shown, 

Yet Thy brush, Painter, ne'er is known. 

The north star timely leaps. 

And its nocturnal watch unfailing keeps; 

The sun and seasons Thy house supervise. 

Yet Thou, Master, seemest not to rise! 



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THE SPLINTERS OF THY LOVE 

The splinters of Thy love 
Lie strewn in many a heart: 
The little fragments of Thy love, 
Descended from far above, 

I find spread here and there, and charm'd I start 
To seize all and with care collect. 
I feel as I reflect 

That I have certes seen somewhere 

Thy whole unbroken love that's everywhere; 

And with devotion strong 

I weld my varied collection 

Of tiny bits of parental, friendly love in one 

To match it with Thy own. 



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FOR THEE AND THINE 

I love to seek 
What's mine. 
I think, I act — 
I work with tact 
To gain what's mine. 

I pass by th' river 

In joyous quiver 

To soothe this mind of mine. 

I smell the flowers 

To cheer the hours, — 

I love to have what's mine. 

I sip the gold sunshine 

To warm this flesh of mine. 

I drink the fresh and flowing air, 

For me I lift my prayer, 

I try to rake 

The world to take 

All things for me and mine. — 

[continued] 



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Those dark days are gone, — 

The old time 's flown, 

So lived for me and mine; — 

In new-born light 

I see what's right, — 

To live for Thee and Thine. 



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PART II 



I. 



WAKE, WAKE MY SLEEPING HUNGER, 

WAKE! 



When tables large of earth and moon and meteors, 

Of brooks and rills, of shining ether ore 

Are laid with wondrous One Nectar, 

Stolen from nature's nooks by lars, — 

Do thou thy sullen sleep forsake; — 

Wake, wake my sleeping Hunger, wake! 

Through diverse paths of aeons thou hast cried, 
For a morsel of manna begged and tried; 
But now thou sleepest, dazed and tired, on leer 
Undried lie drops of fresh-wept tears 
While nectar touches thy lips, — partake, — 
Wake, wake my sleeping Hunger, wake! 

This unquenched hunger old of mine 
Did eat all food and yet did pine, — 
Was starved with surfeit and it sought 
How might its yearn'd-for food be got. 

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The food for which thou wept'st awaits, — par- 
take!— 

Wake, wake my sleeping Hunger, wake! 

Friends and wealth and fancy's rarest treat, 
Posthumous wishes sprung from deathless roots 
so sweet 

Did fail to feed thy heart's true crave 
And burned with thousand flaming waves 
The nectar sought for seeks thee now; — par- 
take, — 

Wake, wake my sleeping Hunger, wake! 

My hunger burned and wept to drink 

The mysteries by life's bare brink, — 

Ambrosial fount that sleep beneath 

The mystery caves on soil of truth: 

Weep more drops, nay streams — oceans — of tears, 

Thy duty is for peace to weep; thy only care 

To seek thy work; and all thy food 

Be what doth nourish thy mood; 

Thy work is done, thy nectar's here, — 

Quench, quench the eternal ache! — 

Wake, wake my sleeping Hunger, wake! 



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ETERNITY 

Oh, will that day arrive 

When I shall ceaselessly ask, and drive 

Eternal questions 
Into Thine ear, Eternity, and await solution 
As to how weak weeds do grow and stand unbent, 
Unshak'n beneath the trampling current; 
How the storm did wreck titanic things, rooted 

trees. 

And quick disturbed the mighty seas; 
How the first spark blinked, and the first tree, 
The first goldfish, the first blue bird so free 
And the first crooning baby 

In this wonder house made their visit and entry. 

They come, I see; 

Their growth alone I watch; 

Thy Cosmic Moulding Hand 

That secret works on land and seas 

I wish to seize, 

Eternity! 



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VANISHING BUBBLES 

Many unknown bubbles float and flow, 
Many ripples dance by me 
And melt away in sea. 

I like to know, ah, whence they come or whither 
go— 

The rain drops and dies, 
My thoughts play wild and vanish quick, 
The red clouds melt in skies; 
I stake my purse or slave all life their motive 
still to seek. 

Some friends, though not their love. 
Some dearest thoughts I ne'er would lose, I said. 
And last night's surest stars, seen just above, — 
All, all are fled. 

The crowds of lilies, the linnet. 
Perfumed blossoms, honey-mad bees. 
Did meet on yonder bowered trees; 
Now the lonesome field alone is left. 



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The bubbles, lilies, friends, dramatic thoughts — 

They all their part did play and entertain. 

And now beneath the grassy screen, to change 

their displayed coats. 
They quiet, concealed remain. 



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VARIETY 

I sought for twins 
I could not find; 
I search my mind. 
No twins have seen. 

They seem alike, 

Man and man, beast and brute. 

Yet no faces two are like; 

Ne'er the same song sang the lute. 

Ne'er two hearts are same. 

I bow to each new form and name — 

Variety complete. 

Through forms infinite. 

I wish that I were you and he. 

And all at once what I would be; 

Oh, could I wear at will all terrene minds. 

Like robes of newer kinds ! 



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Then would I flash forth varied smiles, 
Or languorous walk in sorrow robed, 
Or charm with sparkling wiles 
And time beguile; 

Or march with martial songs. 

To right all wordly wrongs; 

Or wear a powerful prophet mind 

And into dust earth's sorrows grind; 

Or wear the youthful hermit's heart, 
To scatter love and strength impart. 

I'd wear each heart 

And don each will and smiles and spend my pelf 
To try all noble minds and thoughts 
And take what suits myself. 

With brain-born nixes. 

With marsh-marauding hopes and pixies. 

With every elfm thought that timid trod on mind 

I'd friendship find. 



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To soul of the New in things 
My spirit homage sings. 
I would not taste the same nectar, 
Nor twice drink from th' Immortals' 

Thy presence, Eternity, 
Show Thou in endless variety; 
Yet change not me, 
Though various my costumes be. 



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THE BLOOD OF ROSE 

I tore the rose, 

I bled its slender stem, 

Its petals quivered 

And I shivered; 

Yet I dared to rob its smell! 

My heart did break and tell, 

"Thy hands are soiled," and mute I stood, 

Thus self-condemned and stained with rose's blood. 

But I know now, 

I love the rose 

More than its wealth, and vow 
Ne'er its love to desecrate or lose. 



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AT THE ROOTS OF ETERNITY 

With sailing clouds and plunging breeze. 

With swaying trees and youthful, stormy seas. 

With whirling planets I wildly play 

In some absorbing way 

But not alway; — 

At close of day 

Hay 

My eager hands at the roots of Eternity 
To seize and own its nectar free. 



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UNDYING BEAUTY 

They did their best 
And they are blest, — 
The sap, the shoots, 
The little leaves and roots; 
The benign breath, 
The touch of light, — 
All worked in amity 
To grow the rose's beauty. 
Watch its splendor, 
Its undying grandeur, 
The Infinite Face 

That peeps through its little case; — 

Watch not in grief 

Its falling petals or its brief 

Sojourn here; — 

For its career 

Done, its duty ends; 

Toward the Immortals' home it tends. 

The sap dried. 

The summer petals fled. 



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Its body pines; 

Yet its death 's divine; 

Through death and spurns 

Its deathless glory won: 

The rose is dead, — 

Its beauty lives instead. 



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THE NOBLE NEW 

Sing songs that none have sung, 

Think thoughts that in brain have never rung, 

Walk in paths that none have trod, 

Weep tears as none have shed for Lord, 

Love all with love that none have felt, and brave 

The battle of life with strength unchained, 

Give peace to all to whom none other gave, 

Claim him your own who is e'er disclaimed. 



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PROTECTING THORNS 

The charm of the blushing rose 

Hides its stinging thorns beneath; 

Yet without the wounds from those 

Thou could 'st not snatch its wealth with stealth, — 

The rose with thorns unstained with blood, 

The rose that sprang from earthly sod. 

In her defense the thorns do sting. 
To keep thee out by thorny ring; 
Yet the perfumed petals' show 
Thy drowsing soul doth wake and draw: 
If thou dost love the beauty alone 
Why would'st thou rush to bleed from prickly 
thorns? 



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TATTERED GARMENT 

Oh, sing no plaintive lay 
When at last my earthly raiment dies, 
Nor let ashes tell thy tears where it lies; 
Oh, blow my tattered garment's dust away ! 

The dust clean washed, 
The hidden gold beneath will show 
Itself anew all bright and brushed, 
And shine somewhere aglow, — 

And wait with luring lustre 

For some home-lorn soul 

To show the path with lightening glimmer 

From darkness on to goal. 



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IN STILLNESS DARK 
Hark! 

In stillness dark, 

When noisy dreams have slept, 

The house is gone to rest, 

And busy life 

Doth cease from strife, — 

The soul in pity soft doth kiss 

The truant flesh to soothe, and speak 

With mind-transcending grace 

Its soundless voice of peace. 

Through transient fissures deep 

In walls of sleep 

Take thou a gentle peep; 

Nor droop, nor stare, 

But watch with care 

The sacred glare, 

Ablaze and clear. 



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In golden glee 
Flash past thee 
So nigh. 

Ashamed, Apollo droops in dread 
To see that lustre spread 
Through boundless reach of sky. 



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NATURE'S NATURE 

Away, ye muses, all away, 

Away with songs of finch and fay, 

Away the jaundiced sight 

That conflagrates the firefly's light 

To bonfire, — 

That sets ablaze at once 

Your musing's burning lamps; 

That ornaments with rhymes 

The penury-stricken looks betimes; 

That over-clothes the Logic lord 

With fancy-swollen words. 

Away, the partial love 

That 'boldens nature to sit above 

Her Maker ! 

This day I fasten eye-lid doors. 
With absence wax my ears. 

With langour all congeal my tongue, my touch, 

my tears. 
That I myself may pore 



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Upon the things behind, ahead 

Of the darkness 'round me spread. 

I lock Dame Nature out 

With all her fickle rout: 

Somewhere here 

In the darkness drear 

I myself with cheer 

My course will steer 
In the path 
E'er sought by all: 
Its magnet-call 
I hear. 

Not here, not here 

Apollo would his burning chariot steer; 
Nor Dian dares to peep 
Into the sacred silence deep. 

Not here, not here 

The mounts nor rebel waves, nor far or near. 
Can make me full of fear, nor evermore 
Their dreadful grandeur adore. 

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Not here, not here 

The soft capricious wiles of flowers, 

Nor swarming storm clouds' sweeping terror, 

Nor doomsday's thunder drear 

Dismantling earth and stars. 

The cosmic beauties all to mar; 
Dishevelling of trees 
And light-haired skies, 
Nor nature's murderous mutiny 
Nor man's all-powerful destiny 
Can touch me here. 

Not here, not here — 

Through mind's strong iron bars 

No gods nor goblins, no men nor nature 

Without my pass dare enter. 

I look behind, ahead. 

And on naught but darkness tread. 

In wrath I strike, and set it ablaze 

With the immortal spark of thought. 

By the friction process brought 



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Of concentration 
And distraction; — 
The darkness burns 
With a million tongues, 
And now I spy 

All past, all distant things as nigh. 

I smile serene 

As I expose to gaze 

In wisdom's brilliant blaze 

All charms of the Hidden Home Unseen: 

The Home of Nature's birth, 

The planets' moulding hearth. 

The factory whence all forms or fairies start, 

The bards, colossal minds and hearts, 

The gods and all. 

And all, and all! 

Away, Away 

With all the lightsome lays; — 
Oh, I '11 now portray 
In humble way, 

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And try to lisp half-truths 

Of wordless charms of Thee Unseen 

To whom Nature her nature owes, and sheen. 



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MY KINSMEN 

In spacious hall of trance I spied — 
Aglow with million dazzling lights, 
Tapestried with the snowy cloud — 
My kinsmen all, lowly, proud; 

The banquet great with music rolls, 
The drum of Om* in measure falls, 
The hosts, in many ways arrayed, 
Some plain, some gorgeous dress displayed. 

Around the various tables large 
Of earth and moon and sun and stars. 
The countless mute, and noisy guests 
Observed Dame Nature's feast with zest. 

The tiny-eyed and shiny sands. 
Thirsty, drank of ocean's life: 
I well remember once I brawled 
For a sip of sea, with kinsmen sands. 

* Cosmic vibration. 

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Yes, I know those old dame rocks 
Who rocked me on their stony laps 
When I a tiny baby tree 
Did chafe to run with winds so free. 

The green-attired friends I know, 
With rose and lily buds aglow; 
I once adorned a kingly breast. 
Lost life, returned to mother dust. 

I know the ruby redbreast dear. 
My blood in it once flowed so clear; 
I smiled in diamonds, gleaming bright, 
I danced in Roentgen rays of light. 

A ray of friendship from my heart 
In diamond and ruby joy did start. 
The bright ones smiled, the ruby wept 
To meet their long-lost friend at last. 

The soul of gold in yellow gown. 
The soul of silver whitely shone, — 
Bestowed on me maternal smiles 
That told they knew me long erewhile. 



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The lark, the cuckoo, the pheasant sweet, 
The deer, the lamb, the lion great. 
The shark and monsters of the sea ! 
In love and peace all greeted me. 

The leafy fingers, arms outspread, 
Caressed me when a tiny bird, 
And fed me with ambrosial fruit 
That drew its life from immortal root. 

When atoms and the star-dust sprang, 

When Vedas, Bible, Koran sang, — 

I joined each choir; their long-past thrilling songs 

Still echo in my soul in accents strong. 



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OM 

Whence, Oh, this soundless roar doth come 
When drowseth matter's dreary drum? — 
The booming Om* on bliss' shore breaks; 
All heaven, all earth, all body shakes. 

Cords bound to flesh are broken all, 
Vibrations vile do fly and fall; 
The hustling heart, the boasting breath 
No more disturb the yogi's health. 

The house is lulled in darkness soft, 
Dim, shiny light is seen aloft, 
Subconscious dreams have gone to bed. 
'Tis then that one doth hear Om's tread. 

The bumble bee doth hum along, 
Baby Om, hark! sings his song; 
Krishna's flute is sounding sweet, 
'Tis time the watery God to meet. 

* Cosmic vibration. 



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God of fire is now singing, 
Om, — Om — his harp is ringing; 
God of pranaf is now sounding, 
Wondrous bell of soul resounding. 

Upward climb the living tree, J 
Hear the sound of ethereal sea; 
Marching mind doth homeward hie 
To join the Christmas Symphony. 

t Vibration of life energy. 
t Spinal cord 



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MYSTERY 

Burst, inky cloud, do burst. 
Fling open thy fathomless gloom! 
In Thy dark chamber must 
A million mysteries loom. 

Heartless, staring sky! 
Make quick reply 

To aching query of my straining eye. 
Show what thou hidest and why; — 
The ceaseless surging thoughts 
Go mocking, dancing by, 
I deign to know their lot. 
Someone did throw me free 
To battle all alone in this rough sea. 
Rudderless I drift. 

Stranded on shoals my boat couldn't shift. 

ril burst the clouds, I'll clean the shoals, 
I'll rip the sky in twain, 



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I'll break my heart, 

With question crush my brain — 

I'll ask and pray, 

Will beg or steal 

To find the friends long stolen away. 
To know their woe or weal. 

This wondrous day. 

Stage set for play 

By Unseen Hand, — 

The players drop 

From no-man's land, 

Then vanish away or stop 

With changing scenes of birth and death. 
The drama's on 
The actors play anon 
Yet know not why they play 
This glorious day ! 



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SILENCE 

The earth, the planets play 

In and through the sun-born rays 

In majesty profound. 

Umpire Time 

In silence sublime 

Doth watch 

This cosmic match. 

The Author of the great game 

Assumes no spoken name; — 

With boundless poise 

He doth His will without a noise. 
Ungrateful moods ignoring, 
Unkindness all forgiving. 

Truth clearly speaks to all, 
But speaks not loud; 
They hear its call 
Who noises enthrall. 



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The voice in threatening silence speaks 
To those who error's path do seek. 
The tiger may be tamed, 
Failures' talons can be maimed. 
All friends forsaking reason's way be 

gained, 
Unruly nature trained 
By powerful silence o' unspoken words, 
If in Truth maintained. 



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IT'S ALL UNKNOWN 

Each rose-bud dawning day, 
In hourly opening petal-rays 

Doth fair display 

Its hidden beauty. 

The petal-hours, unfolding smile, 
My drooping, lagging heart beguile. 
Day spreads its petals all 
Of novel hopes and joys withal. 

The rose-buds' there, — 

"Today" is here; 
In time the rose-bud blooms, — 
While lazy day often glooms. 

Forsake thy sleep 

O, Lazy Day, 
Open Thou with thy full-bloom ray 
To chase my gathered gloom away! 

The rose-bud opened. 

The day now smiled 

In fullness fine; 



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Still I opine 

'Tis all unknown 
Just why the rose was blown, 
And the day was drowned in night 

Then raised again to light 

Of glorious dawn, 
So swiftly marching o'er the lawn! 



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AT THE FOUNTAIN OF SONG 

Dig, dig, yet deeper dig 

In the stony earth for fount of song 

Dig, dig, yet deeper dig 

In soil of muse's heart along. 

Some sparkle is seen. 
Some bubble is heard: 
'T is then unseen, — 
The bubble is dead. 

The watery sheen 

Again doth show; 

Dig, dig, still deeper e'en 

Till the bubble song again would grow. 

I hear the song, 

I see its body bright, — 

Yet cannot touch — I long 

To seize it now and drink its liquid light. 



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Bleed, O my Soul, do amply bleed 
To dig yet deeper, — dig! 

I touch the holy fount, — rejoice; 

I drink its bubble voice 

My throat's ablaze, — 

I want to drink and drink always; 

The sphere's aflame 

With my thirst as I came: 

So dig, dig, yet deeper dig 

Though it seems thou canst not dig! 

I thought with heart aglow 

All, all, I had drunk this day. 

And idly looked for more, deep, deep, 

below, — 
But lo! undrunk, untouched. 
There the fountain lay. 



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THE EVER NEW 

Newer joys adorn the day, 

Brighter burn through livelong night 

The stars with purer light, 

Brighter thoughts do brace my voice. 

Newer words await my choice, 

With heart of th' new I '11 sing my lay. 

Wings of thoughts would ceaseless beat 

The sky of time, and race to meet 

Thy distant throne 

That somewhere is alone. 

Each and every day 
Men choir some song 

Not with thoughts the same but a changing throng 
Of newer ones that make Thy greater lay. 

The bubbling joy 

Of each little boy. 

Each brew of friendship still 

I steal, and with them fill 



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Mine cup of aged heart 

With ceaseless thrills to start. 

Morrow each and each today 

With newer love I will sing my lay. 

The voices same do sing the lay 

In temple church and fane: 

But I deign ne'er to hear 

The strains all stained with age-old tear; 

My fountain flows anew today, 

With newer tears will flow my lay. 

In the same old church 

I'll newly sing and search, 

In the same old sermon 

For unending truths and newer reason; 

In the same old organ will I seek 

The newer hopes of new-born week. 

Every day, oh, every day 
The bell will ring a new Sunday, 
And bathed in Thy beaming ray 
With newer thoughts I'll sing my lay. 



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THE EVER-TRODDEN PATH 

This ever-trodden path 

Where travelers all of earth 

Do walk in joyous haste 

Or slothful sorrow's state 

I walk and wonder, — 

In truth or blunder. 

The path is cleft 

To right and left. 

In front, behind ; — 

The diverse ways' I find, 

Rewildered am I — 

As baffling mazes do they lie; 
Still, they say 
There's a royal way 

For all — the right, the error-wed,— 
'Tis the sub-way path of ruby 
Which far beneath lies hid 
For eager eyes to lead 
Straight on the feet 

To where all paths do meet. 



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THE HUMAN MIND 

I love to roam alone, unseen, 
In cities of the human mind, 
Untrodden by the crooked thoughts 
Vile-born, — unkind. 

Incognito I wish to wander, 
To living lanes my thoughts surrender 
With simple wish to know and learn 
The straight nice paths and danger turns. 

I wish to roam in mazy lanes 
Of dark and brighter thoughts. 
With love to all and harm to none. 
With better message fraught. 

I'd love to broaden narrow lanes 
Of selfish crooked thoughts 
With my love's true-building brain 
That I 've within me got. 



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I long to soar so high 

That I at once may spy 

The narrow alleys, broader roads 

Of human thoughtful moods. 



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THE CUP OF ETERNITY 

The traveler of the endless track 
All weary, thirsty, sore doth seek 
To quench the quenchless mortal thirst. 
The wordless worry of his heart. 

He spies a cup — a little orb. 

He tries to drink with joyful sob. 

He stands aback, the cup sets down, — 

On the contents scant his heart did frown. 

Yet up he lifts the cup again, 
But fears his baneful thirst to flame. 
When, hark! a voice of counsel deep 
Forbids him this to soil with lip. 

The cup so small to mortal eye, — 
The cup whose depth the wise can spy 
Dries up, alas! if mortals drink; 
Perennial fount, the soulful think. 



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Now, in the little cup he'll see 

The unsounded deep of eternity; 

For ageless hours and endless days 

The ambrosial drink he'll taste and praise. 

The deathly thirst so fleshly born 
Ne'er shall parch his soul again; 
The cup he'll drink, but not the bane. 
To quench his thirst, and bliss attain. 
And vain would mighty north winds try 
Compassion's gathered tears to dry. 



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A MIRROR NEW 

I bring to you 

A mirror new — 

A glass of introspection clear, 

That illusions shows and sooty fear 

That spots thy mind. 

Thou wilt fmd 

This mirror new 

Would also show all true 

The "Inner You," 
That's veiled in flesh 
And doth ne'er appear. 
Each night consult afresh 
Thy mirror friend and clear away 
The dust that gathers each day. 



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THE SPELL 

Ah, this old, old nectar of night 

Brewed below by Sun God bright! — 

Let every little fleshly cell 

That's tired and thirsty drink it well. 

By soothing spell of sleep eject 

All aches that heart and brain infect! 

The spell quick marching on 

Fails on me now so warm, 

And robs my mind 

Of hnked thoughts, to bind 

Me prisoner in its charm. 



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MY NATIVE LAND 

The friendly sky, 
Inviting shades of banian tree. 
The holy Ganges flowing by, — 
How can I forget thee! 

I love the waving corn 

Of India's fields so bright. 

Oh, better than those Heav'nly grown 

By deathless gods of might. 

My soul's broad love so grand 
Was born here first below, — 
In my own native land. 
On India's sunny soil aglow 

I love thy breeze, 

I love thy moon, 

I love thy hills and seas, 

In thee I wish to cease, or swoon. 

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Thou taught'st me first to love 
Thy sky, the stars, the God above; 
So my first homage meets, 

India, at thy feet! 

From thee I now have learn' d to see. 
To love all lands alike as thee; 

1 bow to thee, my native land. 
The Mother of my love so grand. 



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ON COMING TO THE NEW- OLD LAND- 
AMERICA 

Sleeping memories 

Of friends once more to be 

Did greet me — sailing o'er the sea, — 

Sensing my coming 
The Pilgrim Land to adore. 
The distant sleeping shore 
Lay in the twinkling night, 
Dim through the vanished light, 
• The breeze wafted strong 

Strange thoughts 
That my brain did throng, 

Hopes sweet and richly wrought. 

The raven-winged gloom did perch 
On the portals of my mind and search 
My soul, my strength to awe; 

Yet crowds with joy oh, then, I saw 

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Of phantom friends, 
Now come to lend 
Their cheer, 
And end my fear! 



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THE TOILER'S LAY 

From school of life, 
From bossy duty's binding day, 
From hours of dollar-strife 
I wish I were a run-away! 

From chasing worry hound 
I'll fly one day, 

From crowds and throngs around 
I wish I were a run-away! 

From greedy food 

That steals its way, 

From luring dainties' tempting mood 

I wish I were a run-away! 

From homely cups and chairs and couch 
The call of grassy-bed today 
My heart doth snatch; — 
I wish I were a run-away! 

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From nature's given cup, 

My hollow hands, I'll drink 

At the streamlet's bounteous brink; 

With finger forks I'll eat the meat 

Of fresh plucked fruits from trees, my seat 

All snug beneath the shady trees, 

Enliv'n'd by birds and bumble bees. 

Fanned by mothering air, — 

From warmth and tear 

I'll bathe my weary mind 

In new-made joyous day: 

Away dish-washing, cups and saucers, all away! 

For just a day 
I wish I were a run-away! 



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CITY DRUM 
'Tis morn 

The rolling wheels are on 
Of a marching world 
So strong. 

I love to be roused 
From a silent sleep 
By the early hum 
Of the active city drum. 

The drum beats 
To loudly greet 
All those heroes true 
That would die or do, — 
To meet the morning's foe 
Of worry or of woe 
With a dauntless smile. 
And thus success beguile 

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Unto the happy camp 
Where peace e'er burns its lamp. 
The city's drum 
With its noisy hum 
Announces true and strong 
The world is marching on. 



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MOHAWK TRAIL 

Welcomed by a fresh and smiling day, 
Usher'd by trees benign that lay 
To shade our bodies from the jealous sun, 
With rubber shoes pressing on asphalt road, 
With softly humming noise we rode 
Through Mohawk Trail where Adam lies. 
Unlike all other joyful rides 

When mind with sameness was dulled sometimes 

and did abide 
The time and common scenes in passive mood. 
My mind was now so full, bright and good. 
A strange, unknown, unthought, new thrill 
Did steal o'er me in soothing sweep so still. 
I raced with wind and scattered smiles 
That played with sunshine, spread for miles. 
My secret hoarded joy in vault of soul 
I extravagantly did spend withal 
To buy new nature's gaudy scenes 
That one hasty, racing peddler brought me in. 

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My spirit hemm'd in city's narrow walls 
Was free once more; all nature sent a joyous call: 
The waving leaves of trees, the babbling rill, 
The impatient wind, sober skies and hill. 



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PART III 



FOREWORD 



The eleventh chapter of the Bhagavadgita, of which 
"Vision of Visions" is a lyrical rendition interwoven with an 
interpretation of its spiritual significance, is the consumma- 
tion of the teachings of the Book. It describes how the 
Lord Krishna, the Warrior-Prophet, blessed Arjuna, his 
devotee, with the great yogic vision of the cosmic drama of 
life and death, enacted on the Infinite Body of the Lord by 
Himself. Arjuna, still human, was perplexed, being unable 
to reconcile the benign aspect of the Lord with His destructive 
aspect: doing good to men and the world as a whole on the one 
hand, and bringing death and destruction to countless 
creatures and worlds on the other. It has been shown here 
that life and death are both momentary scenes in the cosmic 
drama, meant not to hurt or please anybody, but designed to 
afford infinite opportunities to the Lord's children for the 
attainment of higher and higher states of evolution through 
apparently unpleasant disturbances caused by great changes. 
The relative value of life and death in this Drama, which is a 
dream in comparison with the Reality of the Lord, is the same. 
This vision represents the great Cosmic Law, as seen not from 
the point of view of finite creatures, but from that of the 
Lord Himself. Hence this allows no room for the finite 
questioning of Arjuna as to whether the Lord is benign or 
destructive. To Him, to destroy life is not an absence of 
benignity, nor to give life a presence of it, as is the case with 
us. The Lord views life and death as forms of change only. 



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according to His Cosmic Law. A law is law. It has been 
His nature, and always will be. There is no question about 
benignity or otherwise. 

Nevertheless, it describes the Lord as leading this Cosmos 
with all its individuals to higher and higher stages of unfold- 
ment. Every individual is expected to do his duty unattached, 
with the consciousness of an intelligent agent merely, that he 
can reach those higher stages easily, and finally be in tune 
with that Great Being. 



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VISION OF VISIONS 

Beloved Lord, 
Adored of gods, 
Behold, behold 
Thy body holds 
All fleshly tenants, seers fine, 
The diverse saints divine. 
. Indwelling mystery cave, 
The Serpent Nature's forceful crave. 
Though fierce and subtle, now is tanie. 
Forgetful of her deadly game; 
And Sovran Brahma, God of gods. 
On lotus seat is snug secured. 
Cosmic-Bodied Lord of worlds. 
Oh, I behold, again behold 
Thee all and everywhere 
Thy countless arms and trunks and eyes! 
Yet, drooping dark my knowledge lies 
About Thy birth and reign and presence here. 

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This day, 

Blazing, Furious Flame, 
O Blinding Ray, 

Thy focussed power's aglow: Thy Name 

Spreads everywhere 

To dark'st abysmal lair. 

Thou, gilded with a crown of stars. 

And wielding mace of sovereign power, 

Thou whirlest forth, Burning Phoebus, 

Thy evolution's circling discus. 

Immortal Brahma, all Supreme, 

Thou Cosmic Shelter, Wisdom's Theme, 

Eternal *Dharma's guardian true. 

Thou diest not I ever knew! 

Birthless, Fleshless, Deathless One, 

Unseen, thy endless, working arms. 

Thy Ever-Watching Eyes! 

The suns and moons and staring skies, 

Thy Selfborn Lustre shields from harm, 

And the distant creation warms, 

Sovereign Soul, this earth and gods' 

*Religion. 



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All high-abode and all encircling spheres, 
Directions all, and earthly sods. 
By Thee pervaded, far and near. 
The worldly beings, struck by fear. 
Thy wondrous form adore. 
In Thee the gods their entry make 
With folded hands, afraid, some pray to shelter 
take 

In Thee. The seers great, on Heaven's path 

successful ones, 
With superb hymns of peace do worship Thee and 

Thee alone. 
The eleven lamps of Heaven, 
The twelve bright suns, 
The grizzly Eight, 
The starry lustres great. 
Aspiring hermits, gods. 
The agents of the Cosmic Lord, 
The twin-born princes strong, 
Of valor known so long, 
Two-score and nine noil breezes' force, 

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That binds the atoms close, 
The long-passed guardian spirits all, 
The demi-goblins, gods, and dembns tall. 
Mighty ones in Spirit's path. 
In wonder all behold Thy blazoned worth. 
Colossal arms, Thy countless cheeks. 
Thy starry eyes. Thy endless hands, and legs 
adorned 

With lotus feet, Thy chasmed mouth, with 
doomsday's teeth 

Doth yawn to swallow swooning worlds around. 

And leaves a distilled joyous awe in me. 

Thy grandeur I and all are wonder-struck to see; 

The bowels of the void deep are filled with Thee 

Thy diverse hues and gaping mouths and lustre- 
smeared body, 

*Vishnu of the flaming sight. 

Directions lost. Thou now awest me, my peace 
dost fright. 

Ferocious teeth and deadly fire do howl 

In mouths of Thine which at me scowl. 

♦The principle of preservation. 



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Directions lost and gone, 
I find no peace alone. 
Cosmic Guardian, Lord of gods, 
Be pleased t' accept my pleading words. 
The Ego, Karma, Senses great abide 
And wait to leap upon our Wisdom's chiefs. 
And yet they both do ride 
The race of death, to fall and hide 
For e'er in Thy devouring mouth. 
Adorned with crushing cruel teeth uncouth. 
The victor and the vanquished must, 
Thy offsprings both, the righteous and ungodly 
ones, 

Thy love still claim, yet all some day shall kiss, 
the dust. 

And sleep on common floor of earth. 
The shattered skulls of some are seen, 
As caught Thy greedy teeth between. 

As diverse, restless, watery waves 

Of river branches all do crave 

To force through crowded wavelets' way, 

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And meet where Neptune's home long lay, 

So the heroic streams of life 

Do plunge to meet in maddest strife 

At Thy foaming mouth of sea, 

Where sparkling lives do dance so free: 

As insects lost in beauty's game 

All swiftly, thoughtless rush to flame, 

So fog-born passion's fires pretend 

To glow like Heav'nly light of Thine, 

And draw on mortals to attend 

The trumpet call to deathly line. 

Thy mouth ablaze 

Doth bring to gaze 

Its leaping tongues to lick 

The angry blood of strong and weak. 

Thou Gourmand God dost eat 

With hunger Infinite; 

Vishnu, Thou dost scorch 

The worlds with All-pervading fiery torch. 

Be pleased, Prime of gods; 

1 ache to know Thee, Primeval Lord. 



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tell, Thou, Fiery Mood, 
Who art yet so good, — 
Thy Royal Will, 

1 know not still. 

The Lord sang: 

"Am Endless Doom, 

All bent to room 

In burning maw 

Of mine the weaklings' awe 

And all the mortal meat 

Of weary worlds of deathly change, and treat 

Them with my nectar life 

To new and fearless, better strife. 

E'en if thou dost not slay 

These wicked warriors all in war array. 

They surely certain have to fall, 

Ah, in my teeth-of-law, withal. 

Arise, awake! Arise, awake! 

Oh, dash to war thy foe, the flesh a captive make. 

And seize the victor's fame. 

With battle-hunted game, 

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Wealth of the King 

Of Peace, and Heaven's Kingdom bring. 

I know right now the happenings all 

Which mystic future forth doth call, 

And thus thy foes and warriors true, 

Long, long ago I slew 

Ere thy agent-hand, 

That I would wield to land 

Thy foes on death's dim shore, could understand. 
My agent thou, 
Oh, this is how 
I work my plans in universe 
Through instruments diverse; 
'Tis I who slew and yet will slay the senses' 
train 

Through thee, as through both past and future 
ones, my soldiers sane." 



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